12 to light the tower. On clear nights, it can be seen from the porch of the Embassy Country Club in West- chester, thirty-five miles away. We don't know whether that's the record or not. Slip-Up A MR. JIMMY P-, who used to live here but is now in Chicago, recently lost his position with a promi- nent Stock Exchange firm. His moth- er, hearing a great deàl about govern- ment agencies in business, felt that her son James might be in valuable to the RFC. Luckily, she has known Mr. Jesse Jones for a great many years, so she wrote him a note, and by way of answer he sent back a letter introducing J ames to the manager of the RFC in the Chicago district. The young man, armed with that letter and none other, so that he could whisk it promptly out of his pocket when the moment came, called on the manager-and the mo- ment came. The manager studied the letter for a few minutes and then said, "This appears to be a notice of an un- paid installment on your vacuum clean- er, Mr. P-." Mr. P- went home determined to begin quite afresh the next day. Dizzy Drinks Collinses through, especially in Childs and Schrafft's. The latter now sup- plies them with all tall drinks-plant- ers' punches and mint juleps as well as Toms. Schrafft's on Fifth A ven ue recently had quite a run-in with a gen- tleman who complained because they hadn't made his julep with gin. They said they simply couldn't do it, so he finally downed what they gave him, with a martyred air. At another Schrafft's, a man asked for a mint julep without ice, and when they told him they couldn't do that, either, he sneered disagreeably and said he sup- posed he'd have to be satisfied with a straight whiskey instead. Childs gets requests for an occasional beer with- out a head. They oblige by rubbing the inside of the glass with butter be- fore putting the beer in. Sherry's had a man who asked for a beer with an egg dropped in it. First time they'd heard of it since before prohibition, and they think that probably it's the first one served on Park Avenue since the New York Central put its tracks under- ground. Lots of places are getting ac- customed to having ladies ask for Ba- cardi cocktails made with gin and ap- ricot brandy, or Old-Fashioneds made with just whiskey and fruit-no sugar or bitters. Some college boys taught a bartender on East Fifty-fourth Street how to make Cyclone cocktails the other night-one-third gin, one-third rye, one-third crème de menthe. The boys drank two apiece, and behaved perfectly. Bacardi highballs- Bacardi, Coca-Cola, and ice-are a standard ladies' drink now at the Weylin and the Biltmore. It was a man, though- no lady or college boy-who first ordered what the Savoy-Plaza now calls the NoN amie cocktail: one- sixth tomato juice, one-third brandy, one-half sherry, dash Lea & Perrins's Worcestershire sauce, dash lemon juice. They've had other calls for the same from different people since then. D ECENTL Y we made mention of ft a customer who horrified the Park Lane barmen by requesting a drink made of equal parts of lemon juice, catsup, gin, and rye, with a dash of bitters, and this brought in a sheaf of items indicating that a sensitive barman these days must be a wretched soul in- deed. One bartender-three decades, off and on, in the honorable art-pre- dicts flatly that it will take ten years for things to get back w here they were in 1918. At Sherry's, they have an unforgettable customer who came in several days in succession for a rum punch, to be made with vanilla ice cream instead of milk. The barman T HE foregoing reminds us that a practically wore himself out whenever gentleman told us he went into this fellow appeared. U sed to take Schrafft's and, after looking over the ten minutes to get the ice cream lique- cocktail list, ordered a Schrafft's Spe- fied. Vanilla ice ,_ __ __ cia!. The waiter cream has been r ". :0:? j, 1) (( 9 : (it was a waite:, asked for at the r ' . ' " (4Þ J \'S:;I , , the ma sals) saId W ldorf bar, too . _ @!f!P ))' " they dldn t have -In a temperance any. Our man soother composed of half ice cream and naturally thought that was pretty half Coca-Cola. strange, and finally dragged forth Everywhere, apparently, ladies are an eXplanation. Seems that when demanding straws to drink their Tom Schrafft's began to serve liquor, they AvaUST 18, 1934- decided to have a special cocktail of their own, and put it on the menu. Then they went into a huddle to de- cide what it would be. Couldn't de- cide. Just got deadlocked. That was several weeks ago, and maybe they've thought it through by this time. Portrait T AST week a pretty well-known por- L trait painter who lives in the Six- ties got back from Cincinnati, where he had been called to do a prominent businessman of that city. The heat had been so bad that the subject, a heavy- set, testy gentleman, insisted on wear- ing only his underwear. The painter has his face and hands and ankles on the canvas. Now he has to paint in the clothes. You've no idea of all the trouble it's going to he. Horse Ambulance I F you and your horse take sick at the same time, and ambulances are called for both of you, the chances are your horse will be picked up about as soon as you are. That is, of course, according to William Ryan, if you're in any reasonable part of town. Mr. Ryan is in charge of Manhattan's only horse ambulance, and he says that incident of some weeks ago, when a horse fell down in front of the Rialto Theatre and tied up Times Square traffic for three hours, doesn't count against him because nohody thought to send for an ambulance for a long time. When someone did, he came a-runnIng. Mr. Ryan's ambulance is one of two maintained by the S.P .C.A., the other being in Brooklyn. These are the only ones in the city . To get Mr. Ryan, you call the Society, at Twenty- sixth and Madison, and they relay the message to the garage at their Animal Hospital at Twenty-fourth Street and Avenue A, where the ambulance is kept. Mr. Ryan, who is on duty twenty-four hours a day, declares that within five minutes after a call comes in he's always out and on his way. The ambulance itself is painted in red and gold, like a fire-engine, and is very spick-and-span looking. It has six wheels (the rear part, where the horse goes, being a trailer), an ambulance licence plate, and a siren and bell. It can go forty miles an hour. Inside it, there's a heavy wooden platform or